Lyrics:
Ju Ju man
Doc says you're fine, or dying
Please
Nine-oh-nine, St. John Divine on the line, my pulse is fine
But I'm running down the road like
saying
Had a heart for the poor had a heart for the low
And 1st john 2:6 is way we should go
In dueteronomy even tho they under the law
The tithes
that way
Since I was a kid I've felt this way
I fell, hook, line and sinker.
Gone Fishin' Yeah
St John's River runs north not south
Smart enough
A dollar and a dream, the theme to New York, stay torrance
From st. John's to wake forest, wait for us
Straight ballers, you hearin' it first
Nate
Mississippi
Hu-hurrying into Spring
Oh now, that moonlight on, old Bayou St. John
Now, a Creole tune that fills the air
Now I dream about magnolias in
the herbs, the herbs, the herbs
And make the chalice go so rrrrrr, rrrrrr, rrrrrr
Come from St John
Sensimilla from Clarendon
The good smoke dem say come
of Lucifer’s hands
You no longer got a hold on me
You’re no longer in control of me i am
The NME is spitting from an inky page
St john Divine is gonna take
Getti
[ODB]
I'm ODB in the place to be
Didn't go to St. John's University
In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
A Law of Mathematics that's
that way
Since I was a kid I've felt this way
I fell, hook, line and sinker.
Gone Fishin' Yeah
St John's River runs north not south
Smart enough
herding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee
I stood in amazement, says I, "Pretty fair maid
If you will come down to St. John's Town with me
There's
As the sun shines down so early.
Now, she swore by God and the good St. John.
True lover she had never a one,
True lover she had never a one,
As the sun
the gospel of St John
Hits me like a wake-up bomb
'Cause we both know that His mercy flows
In the morning
Wake up to a brand new day
This morning
I'm
And our politicians, most of them are loco
But when it comes to music my friend, I can't believe these words
Are as true as St. John the Revelator
Yeah,
the pox
And Nabokov wrote on index cards
At a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders
the pox
And Nabokov wrote on index cards
At a lectern, in his socks
St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders
to the smoky lobby
My eyes adjust to the light
The new cashier looks like Jill St. John
Can that be right?
I'm rolling into the bar at Joey's
They're
Getti
[ODB]
I'm ODB in the place to be
Didn't go to St. John's University
In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
A Law of Mathematics that's
that the passion make
I guess there was a method to my madness, ayy, huh
I pulled up in a Chris Mullin
St. John's 'cause the storm comin'
I see
Did you ever get the felling you're being followed?
Are you not familiar with the Revelations of St.John
The final book of the Bible, prophesied
Did you ever get the felling you're being followed?
Are you not familiar with the Revelations of St.John
The final book of the Bible, prophesied
people say she juggled fire in a dish
Clear day on the bayou of St. John
She raised her hands and caused a 'lectrical storm
She was a treacherous lady
She
She was pregnant in May
Now they're on their way
Dashing through the snow
To St. John's, here we go
Well, it could be a boy
But it's okay if
And you're not here I need a big loan
From the girl zone
Building
Tumbling down
Didn't know our love was so small
Couldn't stand at all
Mr St. John
It's the last country tear in the last cold
Beer it's the last country song that survive
There will be no more mandolins and banjos
That St John has torn
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